Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.